Quotes About Gaze

Her eyes glistened as they met his. In the dim light of the night, they looked a dark, dark gray, and achingly sad. He could imagine the entire world there, in the depths of her gaze. Everything he needed to know, everything he might ever need to know—it was there, within her.

Amo essa sopa – disse Andrew a ela. Poppy engoliu em seco, ainda com o olhar fixo na tigela. Ele, por outro lado, fixou o olhar no rosto dela e disse: – Amo muito, de todo coração.

Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, All my dreams, come back to me. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Secret of the Sea

Are you wondering, like I am, why all the stars have disappeared?" Every nerve in her body quivered with excitement. "They haven't exactly disappeared," she said, lowering her gaze. "They're merely hiding." Martin came to stand beside her. He looked up, too. "The moon is hiding as well. But look, there it is. Oops, gone again." She could not help but laugh. "Those shifty stratocumuli.

Déjame entrar, déjame ver algún día como ven tus ojos.

Me basta mirarte para saber que con vos me voy a empapar el alma.

As far apart from you as one eye from the other, out of this affliction I've taken on will be born the gaze that deserves you at last. — Julio Cortazar, "If I'm To Live," Save Twilight: Selected Poems . (City Lights Publishers; 2nd Printing edition January 1, 2001) Originally published October 12th 1980.

dejame ver algún día como ven tus ojos.

Había transcurrido tanto tiempo desde entonces, había acumulado tanto olvido en mi mirada que ya apenas podía ver las huellas que, en su rostro, el paso de los años había ido dejando.

I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn't it?

She was giving him a look. It took Eustace a second to figure out what it was. Her off-kilter gaze traveled the length of his body, then lingered pointedly. The gesture was supposed to be seductive but was more like livestock trying to sell itself.

All the male faces in the room turned to me as if they were flowers and I the sun.

I love it when he gives me that look he has that says, not just that he loves me, but that he always will. - Celestra Caine, FADE by Kailin Gow

He holds me by the hair, making me look into eyes that saw the birth of the world.", FADE by Kailin Gow

Dog owners who stare into their pet's eyes experience a rapid increase in oxytocin—a neuropeptide involved in attachment and bonding. Exchanging gazes full of empathy and trust, we enjoy a special relationship with the dog.42

Standing quite still I looked at him. Needless to say Konradin hadn't giggled. He hadn't clapped either. But he looked at me.

staring intently at the

I've always felt that the formal structure of a photo, its composition, was just as important as tje subject itself... You have to eliminate every superfluous element, you have to guide your own gaze with an iron will.

there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.

You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

She gazed and wondered, like a child or peasant, and paid her silent tribute to visible grandeur.

They had found themselves looking at each other straight, and for a longer time on end than was usual even at parties in galleries; but that, after all, would have been a small affair, if there hadn't been something else with it. It wasn't, in a word, simply that their eyes had met; other conscious organs, faculties, feelers had met as well.

Madame de Cintre's face had, to Newman's eye, a range of expression as delightfully vast as the wind-streaked, cloud-flecked distance on a Western prairie. But her mother's white, intense, respectable countenance, with its formal gaze, and its circumscribed smile, suggested a document signed and sealed; a thing of parchment, ink, and ruled lines.

His long looks were the thing in the world she could never have enough of. What she felt was that, whatever might happen, she must keep them, must make them most completely her possession.